“Keep it down,” the stranger whispered, though I could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn’t admonishing me. He was enjoying making me moan and every time I failed to hold back from vocalising my pleasure, his pace grew faster and rougher still.
Both of us were breathless now and when I felt him grab the back of my neck, I turned my chin, straining to look back. I couldn’t make out much, but the stranger leant in. He brought his face so close to mine that the tip of his nose touched my cheek, our breaths blending.
“God, y’so feckin’ cute, like,” he growled at me.
Usually, I’d have bristled at such a statement. I was a grown fucking man, covered in tattoos and in good shape –cutedidn’t usually factor into my sense of self, and yet something about the way this fella had said it got me hot. I wanted to kiss him, but as my eyes dropped to his mouth, the stranger backed off.
“We’d not be doin’ that,” he muttered.
Before I had a chance to ask why, the stranger began thrusting into me, hard and fast, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. A string of profanities fell from me and my handsome companion chuckled breathlessly, stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. Everything felt so good, but as soft, low moans came with every push against me, I knew I wasn’t going to be first to lose myself.
“Feck,” he groaned between his teeth. “Can I come?”
“Aye, but I’d be wantin’ y’word that ya’ll finish me off proper as well, like,” I panted.
I didn’t get a clear confirmation but allowed the stranger to hold me still as he came, his hand squeezing around my nape. Deep, masculine moans came with every jerk of his cock inside me and I grinned, a short laugh escaping me.
After what felt like an age, he fell slack and carefully eased himself from inside me. Without a word, he snapped the johnny off and dropped it down the toilet. After quickly tucking himself away, I found myself forcefully turned around and I groaned when the stranger dropped down onto a knee before me once again.
He wasn’t playing this time and when he hiked one of my legs up to rest it on his shoulder, I felt his finger breach me with ease. My arousal skyrocketed and my head fell back with a loud thunk against the stall whilst my hands found his hair.
I could barely breathe for moaning, and yet I somehow managed to splutter:“Jaysus, y’so feckin’ good at that.”
The stranger hummed with appreciation around his mouthful of my cock and sooner than I’d have ever liked to admit to, I was unravelling.
“Ah,feck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped, grabbing the stranger’s head roughly and forcing my cock down his throat. He took it like a champ, barely flinching and a violent shudder coursed through my body as I surrendered to my climax.
Cock still jerking, shooting my load down the stranger’s throat, the toilet door flew open with a bang as it hit the opposite wall. It made me jump, halting my pleasure quicker than I’d thought possible. The handsome stranger swallowed the mouthful I’d given him before easing backwards and slowly getting to his feet whilst I hastily dragged my joggers back up.
We both remained still and silent, chests heaving against one another as we waited for the drunk visitor to finish his piss. I could hear most of it missing the urinal completely and splashing against the tiled floor.
I glanced up at my handsome companion, taken aback for a moment to find him eyeing me brazenly. When he grinned at me, I was helpless but to return it, my attention falling to his mouth once more. I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted to kiss someone so desperately, and somehow knowing I wasn’t going to be allowed to just made me desire it all the more.
Eventually, the drunkard on the other side of the door finished up, stumbling back outside without washing his hands. Both the stranger and I leapt into action the moment the toilet block door swung shut. I turned and yanked the bolt from the door, striding back out to rest my hands against the wall of sinks. I glanced at my reflection, scowling when I noticed my cheeks were flushed pink. I ran my hand through my hair, flattening down the spots that were sticking up from the other man’s touch.
The toilet flushed and the stranger exited the cubicle. He caught my eye in the mirror, just as we’d done when I’d first followed him in here.
“Thanks f’the fun,” he murmured with a grin. “Y’in town long, like?”
I shrugged. “F’the fair.”
“Aye, me too.” He paused. “Might be seein’ y’round?”
It was as close as we were going to come to a promise to do this again. I nodded.
“Sound. Y’were a decent ride, like.”
The stranger smirked. “Decent? Y’face is like a feckin’ tomato. I’d be thinkin’ it was better than decent, like.”
I scowled, embarrassment flaring. “Aye, whatever,” I snapped. The stranger headed for the door, grabbing the handle before looking back at me.
“Say, what’s y’name?”
“What’s it t’ ya, like?” I knew I was being obstinate for no reason. I was burning to knowhisname just as much.
“Nothin’.” He jerked his thumb to his chest. “John-Francis, so ya know what t’ be hollerin’ next time, aye?” He cast me a cheeky grin, turning away and heading out into the night.
“It’s Ronan,” I called after him.
